#nebula's brainrot

[nelumiii]

cosmic boyfriends

saw this post and had a thought Edit : made another one

[nebuladreamz]

We are SO BACK

[bugborgs]

@bugborgweek2023 day 6: AU

today i have drawn something SO indulgent. sorry i cycled through like 5 different possible draw ideas and ended up settling on werewolf au as a little treat to myself :)

[nebulaeternal]

Pls this is so hot-

⸺ pretty girl (18+)

✦ sylus x reader smut contents: cock warming, mirror sex-ish, size kink-ish wc: 514 notes: smth just short, sweet, and dirty

“come on, sweetie, look up.”

you blearly blink before his fingers slide up your neck, firmly grasping your jaw to redirect your gaze into the mirror perched in front of the bed. his knees are holding yours open and giving you both the perfect view of your pussy lips clinging to his girth. your cunt pulses around his dick, stretching you completely as you tremble in his lap. you feel the rumble of sylus’s chuckle against your bare back as he looks at you through the reflection.

“i feel you clenching around me. do you like this or not? make up your mind, kitten.” sylus hums, his tone patronizing knowing that you do, infact like it.. you’re so easy to read with the way you tremble and bite your lip, heat crawling up to your face. he hisses softly, feeling your cunt practically milking him.

“i- i don’t know…” you whine quietly, shyly looking at yourself in the mirror. you look worn out. flushed red and so blissfully fucked out just from him cockwarming you.

“you don’t know?” sylus repeats and you can hear the teasing smile in his smooth voice. he knows how shy you can get, how easily embarrassed you get when he praises you for being so pretty and perfect. his pretty girl. 

his other hand moves down from your hip to gently press against your soaked heat. his finger pads slip past your clit, just to feel the slight throb before moving down to slide against your stretched pussy lips. “look at yourself,” he hums, ruby eyes flicking up to see if you’re watching, and you are, eyes locked to the mirror. “keeping me nice and warm inside, hm?” sylus whispers hotly into your ear before easing his index finger right next to his length.

“oh so she can keep stretching?” he says as if speaking to your cunt directly. sylus presses his finger in deeper, feeling the hotness of your flesh pressed so tightly around his cock. 

you can’t do it, it’s too much. “mm- ngh...” you let out a shaky exhale and advert your eyes away from the view in front of you. he always makes you do things like these, you know how much he loves seeing you get all red and bashful in front of him. “no- no more, sy… please.” you plead quietly, squirming just as a second finger presses agaisnt your entrance.

sylus clicks his tongue condescendingly, cooing softly into your ear. “you poor thing, it’s too much for you?” 

you nod immediately, your breathing evening out as you feel his fingers slip out. one thing about sylus, if you ever said it was too much or he needed to stop, he would without hesitation. his grasp loosens around your jaw, slipping to gently press his fingers into your cheek to make you look at him. sylus smiles to himself as he admires your pink cheeks and closed eyes. such a pretty little thing.

“alright then, sweetie, i won’t tease you anymore.” he shifts you back away from the mirror, letting his lips linger on your temple for a moment. 

[aftonsboy]

ryuga uses the title dragon emperor so much because it affirms his gender methinks

[flurry-bace]

kinda getting back into the MCU but only because Nebula is hot

[solarflaresdaddyissues]

More TSBS Headcannons BUT…

It’s for my ships.

‼️Trigger warnings here‼️: this will include rare pairs, mirrorships, multi shipping, and even a singular self ship. I’m lonely. Plus my own person ship names for certain ships, either created by myself or a friend or maybe even perhaps one I stole off here (*cough cough* DarkerSide *cough*)

Also, I have no guarantee for you all that these will all be wholesome. Some might be angsty. Some might be suggestive. I’m writing this on the spot, I don’t know yet. We’ll find out together.

You have been warned.

One more thing, some have more headcannons than others. That’s because I’m not always good with headcannons on certain people. I’ve also not been in a relationship in, like, three years, and have no idea what a wholesome is like. Keep that in mind. The most romance I know is from fanfictions and shows

And now, to commence; the ships:

PayDirt (Earth x Monty)

Monty decorated Earth’s wheelchair with her

Earth enjoys playing with Monty’s tail

When Earth is stressed out, they cuddle and watch the Barbie movies together

Monty rushes ahead of Earth when going to some form of establishment to either push her chair in for her or hold the door open and do a little bow with the classic “milady”

Monty learned how to make Earth’s favorite dishes, drinks, and snacks so they can prepare them easily

Earth likes doing Money’s hair for them. Money has a bunch of hair clips and Bobby pins in a drawer in their room so she can do it whenever

BrainRot (Creator x Acolyte)

Felix likes to listen to Creator ramble for hours on end. Normally, if there is someone around or watching, he’ll make snide comments throughout the entire thing, but when they’re alone, he’s completely silent

Married for “Tax related reasons”. Totally not for any others, wink wink

While Creator isn’t innocent on any behalf, he is oblivious to certain things and doesn’t easily pick up on hints. Felix has a dirty mouth. These conflict horribly

Since his resurrection, Creator can feel emotions again (NSP is more powerful with strong negative emotions, after all). Creator can’t stop thinking about Acolyte due to this. He has the memory of killing him burned deep into his memory. He feels so much more sorry than he could have imagined.

Creator keeps Jack around not just to taunt Solar with, but because he’s trying to fill the void of Acolyte by having someone else there to attend to him.

Sven and Felix once got dead drunk after going out for drinks and ended up making out (and maybe more, they’re both mature adults, idk). Sven is a lightweight, and was affected much faster than Felix was, cause let’s be honest, Felix acts like he drinks hard alcohol and doesn’t feel it. Felix remembers a good chunk of it due to the alcohol taking a while to settle in. Sven remembers the aftermath perfectly due to his photographic memory.

Jokes have been made between them that Rotrick is their child. While neither of them care much for the fox, it both still lingers in their mind as more than a joke

CloudyStar (Earth x Nebula)

Nebula sometimes gives Earth small space rocks to add to her (theoretical) rock collection because she heard that birds do it. She also sometimes gives her small scrolls or meaningless papers on older dimensions so that Earth can read more about the different cultures

Nebula’s small pink flame in front of her head glows a bit brighter whenever Earth is around

Earth knit herself a small plush of Nebula to hold at night. Nebula did the same, but with an Earth plush (and one of Solar, but he ain’t a part of this. No offense to you Sobula/Nebular shippers)

Earth took Nebula shopping for earthling clothes. They bought something similar to pajamas, a couple sets of more casual clothing, a dress, and a couple accessories (including a necklace that Nebula never takes off except for on missions. She doesn’t want it to get broken or lost)

Nebula, from being touch starved after years in war, loves cuddling Earth as long as she can. This can go up to hours at a time, if Nebula is allowed that long of a break.

RustyFork (Frank x Ronty)

Frank likes to cuddle with Ronty. Neither of them are used to physically attention, especially positive, from their looks, so having someone to cuddle is nice.

Frank used to take Ronty to different dimensions so that they could see everything look so pretty there (maybe that dying tree dimension, idk)

After Ronty’s death, Frank started hanging around Monty more, but eventually stopped because it felt like trying to replace him

Frank had made plans to help Ronty get fixed. He’d taken the knowledge from some on the others, like Monty, Solar, Moon, and Eclipse, so they made the blueprints themselves. The blueprints were never used and are sitting in a shelf in Foxy’s old office for when Ronty was supposed to come across them.

TreasureBox (Foxy x Puppet)

Puppet likes cuddling up in boxes because it reminds her of her Marionette box, so Foxy took the time to build her a new one, with a couple options for lullabies in it too (the tune that Mimic stole, Rises the Moon, Jack-In-A-Box tunes, and even a small slow sea shanty instrumental he wrote for her. The two of them made FC a small one based after a crate on a pirate ship together.

Puppet naturally produces heat from the magic that makes up her form, so Foxy likes to have her snuggle him or lay down on top of him (he doesn’t want to crush her)

Puppet has an official Foxy plush. Foxy learned how to sew and fixed up an old torn one from their old dimension before he got his new body because he liked it

Foxy still has the Puppet body pillow stashed somewhere in case Puppet is away for a while (he’s like a golden retriever, you can’t leave him alone for too long)

Since getting his memories wiped AGAIN, Foxy has been following around Puppet Master because the shadow of what memories were erased makes Puppet Master feel familiar in a good way (his brain seems to relate them to Puppet). While Puppet Master likes the attention, he gets annoyed of it really fast.

DanceOfMetal (EAPS Monty x Ballora)

(yes, I dubbed EAPS Monty “Monica” so that I don’t have to be confused every time I’m writing)

Monica tries to make up songs for Ballora, but gets upset every time she messes up and spends time crashing out in her room

Monica tried to pick up dancing because she saw that other creatures (she couldn’t remember what, but it’s totally birds) do mating dances and Ballora dances, so what’s more fitting. When she couldn’t get the hang of it, Monica instead went to trying make new accessories for Ballora because she’s smart at making stuff.

Due to having all of Monty’s knowledge, Monica does a lot of the stuff Monty does for Earth

Nebula x Monty x Earth

(I don’t have a ship name for them, I’m sorry y’all 😔)

Nebula, due to being in previous wars, isn’t at all put off by how much more large in shape Monty is compared to the Celestials and even enjoys cuddling with them. She likes getting crushed by her muscular partner and her tall strong girlfriend

Nebula will not under any circumstances let anyone see what she writes about Earth and Monty. She would rather die.

Nebula took a bit of her spare time to do research on alligators because, even if Monty is an animatronic, they’re still a gator. She was invested in how gators will just relax on top of the water and wasn’t at all perturbed by Monty doing it when she first saw it happen. She even climbed in the water to join them while Earth & Monty were talking. Due to being in space constantly, it felt almost normal to her and she enjoyed the calmness of it

Monty and Nebula watch war documentaries together. Monty wasn’t sure about watching it with her at first, but quickly saw she wasn’t at all disturbed by it and had fun

DarkCrown (Nexus x Blue)

Nexus likes to lie his head on Blue’s lap like he’s a pillow or beanbag chair. Blue likes it.

Blue likes to steal Nexus’s hat (he knows not to steal the goggles) and replace it with his crown. Blue makes jokes that he’s crowning Nexus to be his king and Nexus plays along because it boosts his ego

Nexus gets tired and experiences nightmares easily from everything he’s ever gone through. Blue likes to pop in and say nicer words to him

GoldilocksZone (Sun x Atlas)

(Yes, I’m well aware that the fandom shipname is SorceryShine, but my best friend came up with this one and it made more sense to us with the context of what a Goldilocks Zone actually is)

Atlas sometimes summons small visions of creatures or other world with his magic for Sun to see.

Atlas is confused by the idea of Sun’s cats and gets nervous when doing anything that would require them getting near him because he doesn’t want to hurt or scare them

Sun has fallen asleep many times to the campfire in Atlas’s dimension from exhaustion and stress. Atlas will take him home to his own bed and even watches over him to make sure he’s safe. Dazzle once saw this phenomenon happening and referred to Atlas as the “nightlight man” to Moon and Solar, who questioned Sun about it. He had no idea what they were talking about for a moment, but explained who Atlas was to Dazzle and realized what Atlas had been doing.

Moon makes Sun and Atlas sandwiches to go on picnics constantly because he wants Sun to feel less lonely

EarlyBirdGetsTheWorm (Rez x Kerian)

Kerian enjoys cuddling and nestling his head into Rez like a bird does. Rez has no idea how to interact in this situation.

Kerian knows that Rez gets annoyed with his shiny things collection (mentioned in a previous headcannons post), so he instead brings Rez small shiny bugs or creatures for Rez to infect because then they’re both happy in his eyes. Rez finds it unhelpful because Kerian, you dumbass, they’re bugs, what’s it gonna do??, but accepts the shiny bugs regardless.

Masked(2) (Mimic x Puppet Master)

(I’ve honestly no idea how to make the squared symbol, so you get the (2).)

Mimic enjoys praise from Puppet Master and does anything it can to get more praise. It’s like a teachers pet, but not in the creepy pedophilic way

Mimic will sometimes imitate Puppet Master’s voice and compliment themselves like that because it makes the Mimic feel more loved. It makes it feel giddy and it gets overexcited from the praise & more motivated to help

(‼️might be slightly inappropriate??‼️) Puppet Master will sometimes forcefully Mimic to do things with the puppet strings so that they can go about business and Puppet Master feels more in control. Don’t worry, it’s all consensual, Puppet Master may be a villain, but they’re still a part of Puppet)

Mimic will sometimes just lean against Puppet Master and muzzle into them because he’s soft, like a sewn doll. A felt puppet.

DarkerSide (Sun x Dark Sun)

Dark Sun constantly showers Sun in praise for how well he does things. He does his best to make sure that Sun always feels loved by him

Dark Sun sometimes sings Sun lullabies when he has trouble falling asleep

Dark Sun and Sun cuddle up with the cats and watch movies together constantly

Dazzle is perturbed by her dual dads, but likes having two Suns around. Dark Sun has no idea how to react when Dazzle will just come up to him with her “happy potions” that she makes for him to “make him feel less sad”

Sun and Dark Sun both like playing make-believe with Dazzle and Jack. Dark Sun was pleasantly surprised to see Sun makes a perfect villain

Dark Sun just wants to take Sun away to his whole wonderland dimension so they can be happy together. But he knows that Sun is happy with his family, so he doesn’t ask

Nebtyra (Nebula x Noctyra)

The perfect enemies to lovers troupe

Noctyra likes wrapping her tail around Nebula as both a form of cuddling and as a power play

Nebula used to come visit Noctyra in the Prism and talk to her. The only reason she was allowed to visit her was because the Prism Guards naturally assumed that she was there in Astral duties. She was, in fact, not.

Vinclipse (Eclipse x Vincent)

(I’m sure you’re noticing a distinct lack of clever ship names. That is because I am tired and don’t have any idea for you all besides the sweet ideas I’m writing down here to cope for the fact that I am lonely and don’t have anyone to cuddle with myself)

Eclipse likes to sit in Vincent’s office since he was taken away and just remember seeing Vincent there doing his duties and playing games

Vincent made Eclipse his own “Security Cap” in his classic color scheme of red, orange, black, and yellow. He doesn’t wear it in public, but likes choosing it for sentiment

Vincent has a picture on his wall in the office of when he first met Eclipse and Puppet

While in prison (and probably mental hospital), Vincent likes to draw things from the pizzaplex he remembers the most to try and ground or distract himself. These normally end up having Eclipse in the drawings

Moon x Taurus

(Pretty sure there is a shipname for this, I just don’t remember or know it)

Moon likes to sit in the forest or on their roof (in a sweater cause it’s effing cold) and stare at the stars. Taurus sees him looking, but doesn’t say anything

Moon made a small mechanical doll of Taurus and has it on his nightstand. It glows in the dark, so he can find his way to his bed

StagedStar (Ruin x Lefty)

Ruin’s rays are more sensitive than a Sun or an Eclipses’ because they’ve been broken and repaired too many times. Lefty tries not to touch them because he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt Ruin, but sometimes Ruin lets him play with them if he’s feeling down

Ruin likes to hang out with Lefty in his room all the time and watch anime

And finally, a pure crackship I wanted to make for fun because she’s my phone wallpaper:

FoolsBallad (AKA Miku x Me)

(Ship name originates from me being a clown nicknamed “Fool” & a ballad for Miku being a singer because, as far as I know, a ballad is meant to tell a story and that’s what a lot of vocaloid songs do) (To make this less awkward for myself, I’m honestly just gonna use “Fool” instead of “I”)

(Also, small explanation so I don’t get called weird for a reason I’m not weird, trust me, there’s many other things to call be weird for: I headcannon that Miku is a 16 year old, like her original, because she was never given a confirmed age. I am a 15 year old trans boy. There is no weird age ape. Just two weird teenagers.)

Miku and Fool like to play Just Dance together. They both get extremely competitive

Miku likes battling Fool in videos games because he’s bad at fighting in them and she’s got a strong punch in them

Miku & Fool watch Sun and Moon Show together

Miku likes to cuddle. Fool isn’t a fan of physical touch most of the time, but when he wants it, he just likes to hug and cuddle Miku

Fool likes to write songs and Miku will sing them

(We’re on tumblr, no one gets to judge me)

[nebulaeternal]

PLS THIS IS SO CUTE AAAAA. It also made me feel a bit better cause I was also sick in Christmas doing the same hot chocolate thing 😭😭

gift exchange

word count: 2.4k

synopsis: in which you get sick on christmas, and sylus is there to make it better.

contains: sylus x mc!reader (not dating but sylus is down bad), christmas themes, a singular reference to his myth, a singular reference to grassland romance, mentions and consumption of food, suggestive themes, cursing, angst, and fluff.

a/n: i got sick. again. on christmas too. you know what that means. sylus time! on a related note, i hope everyone had a wonderful christmas. my rafayel fic is gonna upload soon as well. enjoy! reblogs and comments always welcome! do NOT copy or translate my work. sylus does NOT endorse plagiarism.

you curse as you rip open a hot chocolate packet. "sick on christmas," you grumble as you pour the contents into a mug. "how the fuck is that even possible."

of course, anyone can get sick at any time. it's inevitable. but, seriously? of all the days the pain in your throat and ears could have appeared, it just HAD to be on fucking christmas day. sure, it's not like you had any plans. normally you would celebrate with grandma and caleb by feasting on countless dishes and singing christmas songs from an old karaoke machine caleb swears isn't broken. but they're not around anymore.

you sigh miserably as you trudge over to the water dispenser for hot water, not wanting to think about your lost family. as you press the button for hot water, you lean against the dispenser, trying to figure out what you're going to do for the rest of the day. you were planning on visiting the market to make a nice dinner or perhaps order takeout at your favorite restaurant. but those are no longer viable options since your throat is killing you and your ears are incessantly burning. maybe you can order delivery? but that means you're going to have to clean up afterward, and you did NOT want to clean anything at the moment, especially with the state you're in.

shaking your head, you bring your mug back to the kitchen counter and search for a spoon.

"water for hot chocolate? i'm disappointed, sweetie."

you jump, an "oh, fuck!" leaving your mouth. sylus had materialized in front of you, a plastic bag in his left hand and a present box in his right. not like you noticed though. you were too startled by his sudden appearance. "what the fuck, sylus?! can't you knock?!"

"no," he deadpans, placing the bag and box on the kitchen counter. his fingers make quick work of untying the double knot on the bag. "besides," he spares you a glance. "i don't think someone who uses water to make their hot chocolate deserves a knock."

you roll your eyes. of course he fixates on that and doesn't explain why he's in your crappy apartment slandering you instead of downing at LEAST three glasses of wine in his luxurious penthouse on christmas day too. "well, screw me for being lazy, i guess," you mumble, crossing your arms.

"don't tempt me."

"huh?"

"what?"

you shoot him a look before grabbing your mug and heading to the other side of the kitchen counter. sitting on your squeaky high chair, you ask, "why are you here, sylus?"

he takes out a styrofoam container and opens its lid. immediately, the comforting smell of miso greets you. as sylus opens a cabinet to retrieve a pot (you don't question how he knows where to find it), you try to look at what else is in the plastic bag. tilting your upper body, you notice another container and hope it has some rice inside. what you don't notice is sylus' breath hitching when he turns back to you after pouring the miso soup into the pot and turning on the stove.

you were wearing a nice, loose top in your favorite color. except, its neck portion was completely cut off, leaving your collarbone and shoulders deliciously exposed. and because you were leaning on your side to take a look at what he had brought you (he loves when you're curious about anything involving him), the sleeve was slowly yet surely sliding down your arm, threatening to show a cup of your bra.

sylus instantly turns back to the stove, even though the miso soup shows no signs of boiling. rubbing a hand over his face, he shakes his head. no, he's not here to ogle at you (the top looks really good on you, and fuck, did your bra cup your breasts really nicely). he's here to take care of you. earlier, mephisto alerted him you were taking some cough drops. and knowing you, you probably didn't have any food on hand to sustain you through your sickness, given his last (secret) visit to your apartment to stock your (empty) fridge. taking a deep breath, sylus returns to the kitchen counter, reaching for the other container. he notices your inquisitive eyes.

"i'm here because it's christmas." he opens the container, and to your delight, it's omurice. marveling at how fluffy the omelette looks and how savory the fried rice appears, you almost miss his answer.

"huh?" you frown. "you're here because it's christmas?"

"is that not what i just said?" sylus jests as he plates the omurice and places it in your microwave.

"well," you start carefully. "shouldn't you have better things to do? like take luke and kieran shopping or pop open another bottle of wine because woo! christmas!"

the silver-haired man shakes his head with a chuckle, propping his hands on the kitchen counter. you try not to focus on his exposed forearms too much. forget the omurice and miso soup; you'll take his arms instead.

"first of all, luke and kieran are busy—"

"on christmas?!"

"yes, sweetie, on christmas." he raises a brow at you for interrupting. you drag your sleeve back up sheepishly.

"second of all, what makes you think i haven't already indulged in a bottle of wine today?" he tilts his head and crosses his arms, gazing at you with a hint of amusement in his ruby eyes.

you pout and look away. "fair point, i guess."

enjoying your cute reaction, sylus returns his attention to the stove. pleased to find the miso soup boiling, he turns off the stove and takes out a bowl from your cabinet (again, how does he know where to find that?). using a ladle to pour into the bowl, he hums a little tune. you try not to snicker at how terrible he sounds. after sliding a bowl of soup and a plate of omurice to you, sylus plants his elbows on the counter and rests his chin on a palm, allowing him a perfect view of his beloved (though you don't know you're his beloved yet; luke and kieran called him a loser before getting their asses handed to them).

"uh," you look at sylus, then at the food, and then sylus again. "you're not going to eat?"

he shakes his head. "i already ate before coming here."

hesitantly, you pick up your utensils. "you know you technically haven't answered my question, right?"

"i'll tell you once you finish." sylus responds immediately. it's almost as if he knew what you were going to say.

no longer wanting to torture your stomach, you cut into the omurice and take a bite. "mmm!" you cover your mouth as you chew. the softness of the egg, the savoriness of the fried rice—oh, you're in heaven. "this tastes really good, sylus!" you take a sip of the miso soup as well. not only does the warm broth soothe your throat, but the spice that comes with it clears up your sinuses, ceasing the burn in your ears.

the man in front of you can't help but smile at the sight. you, in your most vulnerable, beautiful state, enjoying his cooking. he could die a happy man here. and it wouldn't be the first time his cause of death is you. not that he minds or anything.

"thank you, sylus." you take a few more bites before swallowing. "seriously, i needed this."

"i know, sweetie," he says gently. "i know."

you glare at him, but not with as much malice as you used to. "did mephisto snitch on me or something?"

sylus lets out a laugh before grabbing the present box and joining you on the other side of the counter. "he simply saw a poor little hunter in need of some saving."

"since when does being sick mean needing saving?" you mutter as you set your utensils down, having finished the meal. you make a mental note to ask where he got the food. you're definitely going to visit wherever this exquisite meal came from (the man sitting next to you would die if he knew you wanted to visit his place).

sylus hands you the present box, causing your eyes to widen as you finally process its existence. "merry christmas, sweetie."

instead of accepting it, you jump out of your seat and dash to your room, though not without yelling a "wait here!" your heart beats rapidly as you open your closet door, your eyes landing on a small box wrapped in glossy black paper. yes, you were planning on spending christmas alone. yes, you were planning on giving this to sylus as nonchalantly as possible AFTER christmas (as much as he infuriates you, you still wanted to gift him something. why? you're not sure). and yet, here you are, holding the gift to your chest as you sprint back to the kitchen. "here," you pant as you thrust your gift into his lap. "merry christmas, sylus."

now it's his turn to be surprised. peering at what you just put in his lap, sylus can't help but blush profusely. you gifted him something. you actually gifted him something. you went out of your way to buy something for him. you thought of him. sylus brings a hand to his mouth, his fingers gripping the sides of his face hard. oh, you're too much. it's taking him everything to not crash himself into you and hold you tightly with his arms, to press himself so deeply into you until there is no chance in heaven or hell you could be separated from him.

"sylus?" you snap him out of his thoughts. "you okay?"

he blinks. "ah." releasing his face from his grip, sylus looks at you with a composed smile. "i'm alright, sweetie. thank you for the gift," he says as he starts unwrapping.

"it's not much," you say shyly. "thank you for your gift too. i'll open it after you finish opening yours."

sylus nods as he opens the box. his lips part when he finds what lies inside. a pair of black gloves, thermal lined with genuine fleece and adorned with adjustable straps. but most importantly, embroidery by your hands. he could recognize your handiwork anywhere thanks to your previous adventure in the grasslands. the white dove delicately sewn into the wrist of the right glove and the initials of his name intricately engraved into the wrist of the left. the man can't help but smile for the umpteenth time tonight. you really were something else.

"i noticed you wear fingerless gloves whenever you ride your motorcycle," you start as you fiddle with the hem of your shirt. "as stylish as they are, mr. sylus," you tease. "i think it's better to have gloves that keep you warm during late-night joyrides, especially now since it's winter." finding the courage to grin at him, you conclude your explanation with, "merry christmas, sylus."

sylus swears he sees an angel sitting next to him. how could you not be an angel? with the way you're smiling at him right now? and the amount of thought you put into this gift? (he's trying not to obsess over the fact that you observe him whenever he rides his motorcycle.) the head of onychinus has never believed in angels. but now, he does. thanks to you.

"thank you, sweetie," he tries to say as calmly as possible. "i will cherish them." when he attempts to put the gloves on, you stop him.

"wait, you don't need to put them on yet! you're going to get hot."

"it's fine," sylus assures as he secures the straps. "i want to."

"okay," you flush, happy that he likes the gift. "let me open yours now."

you wonder why his box is so heavy as your fingers rip off the tape. a gasp escapes your mouth as the wrapping paper falls to the ground. "sylus," you tremble. "i can't accept this."

a record player. a sleek, gorgeous record player with an obsidian platter, supported by a mahogany base and a crystal case. you stroke the tonearm, dragging your index finger all the way to the headshell and relishing in the cool feeling the metal provides. "sylus…" you trail off.

"there's more, sweetie." he murmurs. out of thin air, sylus materializes several vinyls with his evol. your eyes widen, recognizing the images that lie at the center of each disc.

"oh my god, sylus!" your favorite band, he got you vinyl records of each album from your favorite band. they've never even had vinyl records before. holy fucking shit. "sylus!" you chant excitedly, leaping into him as you wrap your arms around his neck. "sylus! you shouldn't have! oh my god!"

you jump up and down eagerly, leaving the man stunned in his chair. his arms are outstretched, unsure what to do for the first time ever. you freeze, realizing the position you are in. "oh uh," you quickly retract from him, a red hue forming on your cheeks. "sorry about that." you go to sit back down in your chair, but sylus doesn't let you. he pulls you back to him with an arm around your waist and a hand at the back of your head. standing at full height, the head of onychinus hugs you tightly, so tightly it's as if he never wants to let you go. you hesitate before returning the hug, questioning the man's motives. but he doesn't say or do anything. just stands embracing you. realizing he bears no ill will, you pat his back playfully. "you know i'm sick, right?"

his grip doesn't loosen. "yes, i know."

"you're going to get sick, sylus," you tease, trying to pull away. as much as you appreciate his warmth, the last thing you want is for him to get sick. just the thought of it strikes fear in your heart. you're not sure why. "come on, let go."

sylus sighs before untangling his arms and sitting back down. he'll give in for now. besides, he wouldn't trade that elated look on your face when he revealed the records for anything in the world. he supposes he can enjoy such a view some more.

you giggle excitedly as you examine the vinyl records. "oh, should i play this one first? oh, what about this one? no way! you got this one too?!"

as always, you don't catch the woozy, lovesick smile that appears on sylus' face as he folds his arms and leans back to admire you. if this is what christmas with you is going to look like in the future, sylus desperately hopes you'll spend every christmas with him from now on. but, just to be sure, because nothing is guaranteed in the future, he follows your example and says for the second time of the night, "merry christmas, sweetie."

[jessenitrogen]

MLP OC JUMPSCARE

Nebula, an earth pony that loves anything space and would like to fly up there someday, but alas,,,,,,

[patheticblorbloscholar]

There are two paths for the villains child. Oftentimes the narrative's favorite punching bag as the heroes, or in some cases, protagonists only see their villainous parent.

The tragedy- they become the very thing they fought not to be. This narrative can happen if they mirror their parents storyline. Maybe they fight against it but in the end they are doomed by the narrative.

I.E: Lex Luthor

The hero- They become the hero their parent could never be. Pushed to the brink these characters don't break. Rather than using the antagonists hatred against them they ultimately choose to remain kind and loyal.

I.E: Spider Socorro

Lex burnt the village that would never accept him. Spider burnt himself for the village.

Do you see the difference?

[oasisofgalaxies]

I think I’m gonna have to to start drawing again . Maybe if I draw him I’ll stop thinking abt Dirk every second of the day

[nebulaeternal]

THIS IS SO HOT AAAAA

Dry? me I desert him

Pairing: Sylus x reader

Tags: cowgirl , pussydrunk Sylus , overstimulation, sub! Sylus (he's a mess)

A/N: was listening to Work by Rihana and it made me think of him

"One more” you cooed to the writhing man below you . 

You didn't know how long it's been since you were riding Sylus , the heat bezwen you two was unbearable,  thighs growing sticky with his cum that kept oozing from where you two were still connected 

“K-kitten” a broken , fucked out whimper left his parted lips , eyes screwed shut at the way you were literally milking him. 

He looked so pretty , bulky arms wrapped snugly around your waist, a pretty strawberry pink blush settled on his cheeks , eyes hazy with lust , a sheen of sweat covering his muscular body . 

So beautiful,  depraved , undone all because of you and your unforgiving hips. 

“You can give me one more yeah?” Anchoring yourself on his shoulders to continue your mean little cadence , hips moving up and down,  up and down , drawing the prettiest gasp from his parted lips. 

His grip tightened on your hips , it was nearly painful if his cock didn't feel so good , mushroom tip massaging all your sweetest spots in a way that made your eyes roll back in your skull. 

It felt so good , painfully so but gods you couldn't stop not now or ever. Not even when you felt his cock twitch inside you , whines growing higher in pitch and intensity. 

“Sweetie” his hips were bucking up against yours now , fucking up inside you in small jerky movements to reach his peak , making your head drop in the crook of his neck . Bodies moving in sync . 

It was so messy, the mix of cum and slick , the overwhelming smell of sex , the sound of skin against skin that reverberated through your skull. 

“I_am coming shh-iiit” he panted against your mouth before capturing your lips in an heated kiss , lips moving lazily against each other's while he pumped you full of his seed for the nth time of the night. His orgasm washing over him like a tidal wave making him cry out against your mouth , sensitive shaft still twitching with every slow draw of your clamping walls .

He thought He reached heaven even if the woman looking down was anything but temptation and sin , perched on top of him, you were such a vision, a sight he will never get tired admiring.

“You didn't think we were down did you?” You whispered before licking the shell of his ear . Your voice pulling him out of his lustful daze

“you said one round for every anniversary you missed” you reminded him before pushing his back on the plush mattress. Adjusting your position to grind on him properly

“This is only the eighth” another harsh, slow grind that had him gasping for air “there's still 15 ones left Mr Quin” 

Your smile was so viscous and predatory, all fangs and sin and despite his exhaustion Sylus never felt more turned on . 

“Anything you want Sweetie” he breathed out , voice hoarse from exhaustion and arousal.

If his Queen wanted 15 rounds more, who was he to deny her ? 

“Anything I want?” You chuckled,  hands resting against his chest to give yourself more leverage , strands of hair sticking to your face from the heat

“Anything” he repeated,  eyes bleary and unfocused,  the flush of his face traveled down to his neck and chest painting the most erotic sight you've seen in your entire life . 

The powerful leader of Onychinus,  spread out beneath you in a fucked out mess of pleasure all because of your touch.

Beautiful and all yours to ravage .

The thought sent a thrill through you that made you giddy and you were sure you won't stop only at 23 rounds .

"You're in for a long night, Mr Qin"  

@jinwoosbabyboo @chibichibi-mia @poisonf0rest @yourlocalcatscammer

[lunieloon]

My new headcanon-that-will-probably-become-actual-canon for my ocs is that absolutely everyone wanted Astro Cosmos. Like don't get me wrong, Astro only had eyes for his wife and was absolutely loyal to Nebula- but you can't tell me Howard and Edwin wouldn't want him so bad they look stupid okay? Especially before Spacey and Starlet were born. Everyone wanted that guy.

[organic-spuds]

tried to do something a bit more abstract with a galaxyscape type thing and some alien staring up at the stars - got inspired by the view from the ship in the solar raiders demo (recommend giving the game demo a try)

[nelumiii]

since y'all seemed to appreciate the previous space themed Ultrakill Gabv1el fanart, here's another one of Gabriel based on this post

I'm very unsure about this but let me know if i should tag this as suggestive ?

[nebuladreamz]

i prommy im alive